German, English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh, Scotch-Irish.
No idea about my mom’s side. Mostly German, I think.
Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good dipped in chocolate.
German, English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh, Scotch-Irish.
No idea about my mom’s side. Mostly German, I think.
Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good dipped in chocolate.
On my dad’s side I’m predominately Spanish and German, with a touch of Apache thrown in for good measure. On my mom’s side, English, Scottish, and Danish.
Apparently, I have a slightly “ethnic” look and the furthe east I move, the more people who initially think I’m Puerto Rican.
Beaker
The right to swing my fist ends
where the other man’s nose begins.
–Oliver Wendell Holmes (1841-1935)
Hey, Guano, I know quite a bit about the Maori people, but who are the Pakeha?
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My iguana's sick.
He's all floppy. Could he have
Reptile dysfunction?
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GuanoLad’s got the most interesting lineage so far! Way cool.
OK, my turn.
Maternal-
Grandfather: 100% Swedish.
Grandmother: Anglo-Irish and Dutch. One branch of the family settled in what is now Boston in the 1630s.
Paternal-
Grandfather: Anglo-Irish, one mystery ancestor, possibly Swedish/Finnish. (Anyone familiar with the name ‘Hammarri’?)
Grandmother: 100% Anglo-Irish. Her mother’s ancestors started this whole mess by coming over on the Mayflower. The rest of both sides showed up pretty quickly after that.
As for ‘American’: Aside from the argument that the only real Americans are the ones who met the settlers in the first place, the sense behind it is one that excludes the majority of people who live on the landmass stretching from Hudson Bay to the Straits of Juan de Fuca. Canadians are American. Mexicans are American. Bolivians, Cubans, Haitians, Peruvians, they’re all American.
We’re just from the United States.
All I wanna do is to thank you, even though I don’t know who you are…
Father’s side: Full-blooded Italian.
Mother’s side: 3/4 Welsh, 1/4 Dutch (hiya, Coldfire!)
So I tend to describe myself as of Italian-Welsh ancestry.
In other words, I get really depressed, and I get really loud about it.
JMCJ
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Mom’s mom: Slovak
Mom’s dad: Austrian
Dad’s mom: Mescalero Apache
Dad’s dad: Mescalero Apache
I think they are pretty close to being full-blooded. I don’t know my dad, and my mom refuses to talk about him, so I don’t know too much about my Indian heritage.
On my mother’s side, I am first generation born on mainland America, she was born in Puerto Rico.
On my father’s side I am 3rd generation born in America, with my great-grandparents being born in Canada, French-Canadians who migrated to Louisiana.
Needless to say, I eat TONS of spicy foods, hot sauce is a staple.
Try not to have a good time…this is supposed to be educational.
-Charles Schulz
My mother’s father was Scotch-Irish and German. What is Scotch-Irish anyway (besides the people that settled in the Smoky Mountains and Ozarks after coming to America)?
My mother’s mother has ancestors with really vague English/European names. Except one, Treas. Is that English?
My father’s father was Scottish/English from his mother and “who knows” from his biological father. (He was adopted by her husband.) My sister and I like to change his heritage depending on our moods. “He must have been Italian because I love Italian food.” (Good possibility. The area my grandfather was born in was mostly settled by German and Italian.) On the other hand, all of my grandfather’s children look like they could have “some Indian in them”…Dark complected for white people, dark hair, brown eyes, prominent cheek-bones. It doesn’t matter to me, but I’ll always wonder if the food allergies in our family don’t trace back to the mystery ancestor.
My father’s mother’s parents both came from Germany (with a chaperone, of course) before they were married in the U.S. They never learned to speak English. These are the people that I identify with culturally. With the other ancestors having been in the U.S. so long their cultural identities were lost. Many German traditions were handed down intact to my generation…well, it mostly has to do with food and/or Christmas traditions.
Usually, I just say “German” when someone asks. I married a German boy so easiest that way.
Dad’s side: 100% Italian.
Mom’s side: 50% Italian, 50% Danish.
Nobody ever believes I’m Italian though. I have blonde hair and blue eyes, so everybody always goes, “You can’t be Italian. Look at your hair.”
As far as I know - German, Dutch and French.
“Organs gross me out. That’s organs, not orgasms.”
-the wallster
Scottish, Irish, English = me, an American
Chrisbar
Too new to know better…
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Courtesy of SwimmingRiddles
Ok. This is really bizarre. I originally posted my heritage (Choctaw, Cherokee, Irish, German, Scottish, and French) under this thread (or what I thought was this thread).
Then I saw another thread with an entirely different subject, posted by someone other than Silo, but with this same question. So I posted that something strange was going on. Apparently, I posted in the twilight zone thread.
Weirdness here. Or is it all just in my head?! :eek:
Wow! We’re pretty close!
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I’ve performed a complete diagnosis of your car. It’s broken.
Swimming: Pakeha is the Maori term for the white settlers of New Zealand.
Me? Well well…
Dad is: Mostly Filipino (Aklanon and Ilonggo, basically Visayan), with some Spanish thrown in (Grandma is 1/4 Spanish, I think. Not sure how much Grandpa was)
Mom is: Dutch, German, English, Scottish, Welsh, French, Shawnee.
Mix those genes, up, gestate for 9 months, raise for 21 years and you have: me :).
Sounds Finnish to me, but I could be wrong.
Yet another European mongrel checking in.
Mom’s great-grandparents: German (the rest are Canadian)
Mom’s dad: Austrian
Dad’s mom: Slovak
Dad’s dad: Romany gypsy (and since the Romany were kicked out of India a few hundred years ago, do I get to claim Indian?)
My kids are gonna be confused 'cause I married an Anglo-Saxon Newfie!
Only you can prevent solipsism.
Mother was Old New England going back to
the Mayflower, including most of Europe
and Native American.
Father was Native American (Aluetian) and
Russian.
Both had drinking problems that they gave
to 3 of their 4 children.
I don’t believe it.
I’m the only Ukranian here?
1/2 Swedish + 1/2 Norwegian=Kvallulf.